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  • Fox hits another home run

    Posted by Nick Vitrano

    Last night’s “Stars in Danger: The High Dive” reminded me of another fantastic Fox offering from back in the day – “Man vs. Beast,” a program that pitted man vs. animal in various athletic challenges.  The purpose?  None.  The entertainment value?  Immeasurable!

    I think they had a couple of shows in the series, but hands-down, the sprinter vs. giraffe in the original episode was the best event.  Olympic sprinter Shawn Crawford first took on a giraffe.  Disappointingly, there was a lot of quit in the giraffe which, at about the :07 mark, flirts with top speed only to throw in the towel, likely thinking to itself, “Yeah…I’m not dancin’ for you anymore.”  But then Fox lowers the boom, introducing a zebra to the mix..and controversy erupts:

    In your face, Crawford!

  • Hey Mom, I’m on TV, too!

    Posted by Nick Vitrano

    There’s a running gag in my circles that, because he’s on TV and not radio, my mother likes my older brother best.  Of course I know that not to be the case – Right Mom?  That’s the case case at all, right? -  but it always makes for some fun jabs.  Although now that I think about it, that’s really a cruel thing to throw at my mother, even in jest.   The whole, “you love so-and-so more” really cuts to the core of a parent, and though she knows we’re kidding, I’m sure there’s a little bit of her that thinks, “I hope they’re kidding and don’t really think that.”

    So, in that vein (I guess my stream of consciousness wasn’t enough to pull back the old sword), I can finally counter with something: 

    The Carrie Diaries Premiere contest

  • Tightest pants ever!

    Posted by Nick Vitrano

    I don’t go seeking opportunities to point out tight pants.  But a person in uncomfortably tight pants is impossible to ignore.  The eyes just go…well…where they go.  And the more you want to look away, the more can’t, and pretty soon those salivary glands under your tongue go into hyper mode and your shoulders tense up and you start to feel a little clammy all over. 

    This morning we were talking about the pants donned by David Bowie in the movie Labyrinth.  I think people thought Katie and I were exaggerating the point, but as the video evidence will show, we were spot on.  Just get a bucket handy in case you get the dry heaves:

     

  • Thank you, Alabama

    Posted by Nick Vitrano

    As a sports fan, one of the greatest hurdles to the job is the need to rise at an early hour.  It sort of goes hand-in-hand with retiring early.  But when games get underway in the 7:00 hour, a 9:00 bed-time often means missing the second half action.  There are ways around that – just stay up and be tired, DVR and watch the remainder in the morning while getting ready, watch a highlight package the next day, whatever.  It all works out in the end, but rarely as spectacularly as it did for last night’s BCS National Championship game. 

    I can’t stand Alabama, despise Nick Saban, but I respect the heck out of ‘em both.  And I’d like to say, “Thank you.”  Thank you Alabama for putting such a hurtin’ on Notre Dame that no doubt existed in my brain that going to bed at halftime would produce surprise at the morning-after outcome. 

    The highlights came immediately, and repeatedly, like the instructions on the side of a shampoo bottle (that I learned this morning few apparently follow) – lather, rinse, repeat - the greatest of which may have been AJ McCarron’s pageant winning girlfriend, Katherine Webb.  Smokeshow alert in 3…2…1…

    But don’t be too hard on old Ogle McGawkerson, Brent Musburger.  Katherine Webb is Miss Alabama 2012.  When you’re a pageant chick, you’re pretty OK with folks eyeing you.  And c'mon now, fellas...you weren't thinking it?  You were probably thikin' something far worse, but you just don't want to admit it to your chick.  "Yeah, she's OK, I guess.  I mean, if you're into that."

  • Oopsies

    Posted by Nick Vitrano

    Thank you for all of the kind feedback from today’s first go ‘round (for me).  And for those who were not so nice…well…I know that’s gonna happen.  No worries.

    I do have to apologize, however.  Thankfully, none of you (and, from what I have learned post-show, neither Murphy nor Katie) was offended.  Whew.

    I’m an organization freak.  I like things to be planned out to what most would consider extreme excess.  Like, I know it’s going to be dark tomorrow morning when I come in.  I expect the headlights on my car to work, but what if they don’t?  I like to be prepared for that.  Most of you are likely calling me something far less complimentary that “prepared,” but…

    So before going to bed last night, lunch was packed, clothes were set out, allergy meds next to the clothes (I have brutal year-long allergies), breakfast cereal bowl was on the counter with the Berry Kix box next to it - kid tested, mother approved, alarm was set – and phone was also set just in case alarm #1 failed to sound, which was a little troubling since I am now going to bed really early, but in order for the alarm to work, I couldn’t put the phone on silent, thus making me vulnerable to texts from friends and family.

    I was hyper-prepared…and my morning went along accordingly.  Then I got here, got in the studio, the blood started pumping and the adrenaline kicked in and the nerves got churning a little… and that’s when it hit me…

    I promise I will remember to put on antiperspirant in the future. 

  • Eskimos wear coats

    Posted by Nick Vitrano

    As I finish layering up and loading up the station vehicle for the pre-game show that I co-host on our sports sister station WNFL, I’ve been keeping a close ear to the thoughts and analysis of the experts, both local and national, and I continue to be amazed at the overwhelming edge being awarded to the Pack because of the present 25ish degree temperature at Lambeau Field.

    By game time, we’re going to be staring down mercury in the low 20’s, steadily declining under starry skies.  It was a beautiful day around here, quite sunny and pleasant. We clamor for the sun in the long Wisconsin winter months, but our nearest star tends to make a mockery of our allegiance from December through February, for when the sun is shining, we’re generally more violently shivering. 

    It’s going to be cold tonight.  And I don’t think that necessarily favors the Packers.

    Cold is cold.  And actually, 20 degrees isn’t bad for a January night in Green Bay.  But cold is cold. 

    We love to talk big, love to lower our voices, John Facenda style, and speak confidently of the “frozen tundra of Lambeau Field.”  We love to convince ourselves that this is exactly how our guys want it, how we want it, that we’re a cold weather team and chill is not a concern.  We love to believe that temperature will be a greater issue for the guys from the dome.  After all, they haven’t won outdoors this year: 0-4.  There is something to be said for the psychological impact of that stat, but as far as the temperature is concerned, like I sad...cold is cold.  There’s no real “getting used to it.”  When the temperature drops, for those of us who live here, the human body doesn’t just go into some “been there, done that” assimilation mode.  It’s still cold.  It still frosts the skin.  Eskimos still wear coats.

    The Vikings live in this stuff, too.  They also practiced in it this past week.

    I think the Packers have a number of checkmarks in their column tonight, but I just don’t believe that the weather is one of ‘em.  Nobody would rather play in the cold.  At least, nobody I know.